All grow'd up

So, more than a year since my last post. Whoops.

(I initially referred to this post as an "entry." Goes to show that I'm still thinking about this as a diary. Oof...gays, forever teenage girls.)

The funny thing is, last year, I wrote more than ever before. I started the year working and writing at least one article for a newsletter, every day of the work week. Then I changed jobs and now I've been writing reports and industry trend pieces. I also took several writing classes that I like to think improved my writing...

Maybe not.

I've been working on fiction, which is new for me, but I like it. By working, I mean I wrote about 12,000 words last fall and haven't touched it in nearly two months. I'll get to it -- I still like the idea and the premise works.

I'm determined to see more music this year. I totally fell out of the loop as far as live music goes, and I have no excuse. I live in New York F'ing City. There are great bands here every week, a lot of venues within walking distance to my apartment and tons of opportunities beyond. No excuse!

So I guess this is sort of three resolutions for 2013: continue to improve my writing, work on my fiction and see more live music.

Also, could use more discipline...or not.

Shurikens and kunai, oh my!

Bloomberg reports that Steve Jobs was stopped at an airport and had to throw away shurikens in his luggage. Shurikens?

And I thought I was an anime nerd.

Although now I know what I want for Christmas...hint hint.

The Japanese hate fat kids

I wish that my kindergarten had built me a tree house!

It probably would have been much safer than the shoddy ones we used to put together with scrapped plywood and 2x4's found who knows where...

I have to say, leaving the rope as the only method of getting up there is brilliant. It's like they purposely wanted to exclude the fat kids from the joys of a tree-borne club house. Joe was never my favorite little rascal, anyway.

Apparently, only 30 out of 130 (approximately 23%) students made it up to this wondrous realm of imagination and girl-hating. I'm sure Petey would approve.